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Canon is Changeling: the Lost. Dunno why I did this.

Oi. Yes, you. You up there. Boring girl.

There a point to this, or are you just reliving your "glory days"? 'Cause here's a reality check for ya. They weren't my glory days. -Don't you give me that kicked-puppy look. I ain't fond of Beasts or of snoopy little girls sticking their noses into my business.

Now you either make this work or we aren't gonna be talking as nicely any more. Got it? Good. Cleared that right up. Now get cracking.

- Ildi

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Ah, hello!

[ a sweet smile, and a puzzled head tilt ]

Why are you so cross? Perhaps it is because you are so far from home? [ kindly, if also a bit pityingly ] There's no need to be angry: you're liable to break someone on accident. [ Doing so on purpose is nicer by far. ]

[Oh fuck. A Fairest. Ildi scowls.]

They break, it's their damned fault. I know how to handle my own strength, thank you. [And it might be a trick of the light, but she seems to get thinner.] "Home"...? Christ, you mean Ar- the other place.

[ She's a little too perfect-graceful-strange to be anything but Fairest, it's true. But peeking out from beneath the hedgespun skirts are lamb's feet. An odd touch, but it suits her. (Of course it does.) ]

Your sort always say that, about your strength. But it's okay -- I like your bloody dances.

[ then, genuinely puzzled: ] What else could I mean, though, about some other place than this, than Arcadia?

Earth would be a good start you disgusting witch.

[Yeah Karl is already none to happy with you, knowing what you are.]

Or whatever SHE decides to call home. Not a place where she's forced to be under the servitude of some vile, bore immortal with nothing better to do than to take her away and have her replaced.

[There might be a purple glow under those goggles.]

[ She gives a short laugh, but her expression clouds, like she's not sure whether to be entertained or angered. ]

I'm not disgusting at all. [ said with careful mildness, as though merely offering a correction ] You are not a nice man, to say such things.

[ and then she is angry and glorious: lamb-white hair, so fair it almost glows, sharp-slanted eyes like blue glass, inky words flitting over her arms and pooling at her fingertips ]

The Queen is kind and beautiful! She is the only mother I have ever known -- I won't hear your lies!

-What he said. [Unimpressed Wizened is completely unimpressed and kind of pitying. Have you got Stockholm Syndrome but good. Ildi shakes her head and laughs quietly.]

We showing off now, honey? Fine. You showed yours. Only fair I do the same. [She seems to almost collapse in on herself now. Rail-thin instead of simply skinny. Bright orange eyes. Grey, scarred skin. Hello, Fairest.]

Wake up, girlie. Fae ain't kind. Never will be.

[He glares at that.]

Who would kidnap people and make them part of their armies? Make them work endlessly for nothing? Replace them and change them so that even if they do find their way out they can never go back?

The way fae operate is disgusting.

[ She glances at Ildi when she sheds her Mask, fully pitying now. ] Small thing, strong thing. Always so angry. But you'll learn. Pain is kindness too, when they love you. I am surprised one like you wouldn't realize it. [ And she does sound surprised, and disappointed. ]

[ She turns to Karl then -- a quarter turn on a cloven foot. ] Kidnap? [ She puzzles over the word. ]

[ then, softer -- wistful, almost ] It's just a dream, after all. There is another dream I have, where I am small, and a man is lighting candles, and his kindness is different from the Queen's.

But this dream is as nice of one as any.

[He sighs and sounds sympathetic.]

Pain is never love.

[Unless it's BDSM but he's not getting into that.]

That man's kindness is true kindness. It wasn't a dream it was a memory of when you were human. A memory of the celebration of your birth.

[No need for Masks here. Her eyes take on a bright gleam, like flames in the distance.] Pain is not kindness. Pain is an unending war, wounds that never heal right, weapons that shatter in your hands. Pain is what that monster did to me!

[Her voice cracks. She swallows hard against the rage building in her throat.] We all remember things like that. I remember my father ruffling my hair before he left for work. Before- [Another crack.] Before the Hedge.

(( ALSO, my friend and I are in the process of setting up a CtL durance-based game over at

indurance, with our character planning post available at the mod account,

thekeepers. We're not ready to open yet, but... /nudges it, casual-like ))

Pain is love, and the ecstasy of touch, and love is knowing your Keeper loves you enough to give you both, together.

...My sister, she says things like that too, about memories. She says that I remember a celebration, about a miracle, and she says that I have forgotten very much. [ an elegant shrug ] But she dreams more than I do, and I am so- [ her voice catches for a moment as she hunts for a word, the one she settles on quite clearly insufficient to her meaning ] -happy here.

((... /makes grabby hands at game))

They don't love. No one who loves you would make you fight over some tiny scrap of cliffside with nothing but your fingernails and a broken sword. So don't you dare talk to me about love.

[It's pointless. You can't wake up someone who refuses to open their eyes. But the Keepers did this. This is one more strike against them. Ildi takes a step forward, face blank.] Look around you. You ain't in Arcadia any more. No Keepers. No Durance. You and me? We're free.

(( /stops waiting for karl-mun ))
(( yes yes come to us >:3 ))

But... [ she seems confused, almost frightened -- this is unfamiliar territory in more ways than one ] ...I don't know what to be, other than Hers.

There wasn't anything outside Her, except Them, forever and ever dreaming. So you...fight, because that means They want you. Or you...inspire.

[ then, dawning on her, a kittenish eager curiosity ] Here, though, it could be a different dream? That would mean... I could do... anything I like. Anything I like at all.

Bingo. You got it. [Ildi smirks, her Mask already covering up her Mien. Grey skin turns peach, wispy hair becomes short and full, even the military fatigues turn back to normal.] You find yourself some others. There's plenty of us out here, y'know.

Plenty of others've beat feet back to the world They took us from. You find them, you've got yourself people to watch your back. [She holds out a hand. A welcoming gesture. An overture of friendship.] Ain't too fond of Fairest, but... well, everybody starts somewhere, right?

You got a name?

[ But of course, they're both Changelings, and only so much can be hidden between two of a kind. There's still the grey skin and the scars flickering into her vision, depending on how she tilts her head.
Her own Mask is subtler (as, for Fairest, it so often is). Her hair is towheaded blonde, rather than white; her skin, too, has a more natural flush; her eyes and feet are human. But, again, it depends how Ildi looks. ]

I'm Catlamb. [ She takes Ildi's hand gingerly, as if uncertain of the gesture. ] Candle Belle -- that's my sister -- says it is something else, but I don't remember. [ As always, she seems unbothered by this. ] She takes care of me, though.

...I could really do anything at all? Inspire whoever I like, not just who the Queen says?

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